The moment Ning Fan swallowed the pill, the silent Nine Yang bloodline in his body erupted like a volcano, and a blazing golden light burst out from his pores, making his whole body look like a rising sun.

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, Ning Fan's breath rose step by step, his muscles and bones burst out like thunder, and nine red and gold patterns appeared on the surface of his skin, each twisting like a dragon, emitting a scorching high temperature.

The air around was twisted by scorching, and the floor under your feet began to melt, turning into a boiling liquid.

"The Nine Yang Divine Body has completely awakened!" Changmei Zhenren smiled and laughed, his eyes lit up: "I am worthy of being the disciple I like, and this physique is even more domineering than I expected."

Ning Fan only felt that the power in his body was surging like a river. The originally blocked meridians were surging away by violent force, and the qi sea of ​​dantian expanded wildly.

His five senses suddenly increased, and the sound of waves thousands of miles away was clearly audible, and even the lightning particles flashing in the clouds could be seen.

"Click!"

A crisp sound came from his spine, and nine illusory golden sun rings appeared behind him, overlapping layer by layer, reflecting half of the sky into red and golden colors.

Ye Qiu narrowed his eyes and said softly: "Nine Yang Holy Rings... The strange phenomena recorded in ancient books are actually real."

The beard with long eyebrows raised up and shook at Ye Qiu: "Little bastard, you are generous today, both refining weapons and giving alchemy."

Ye Qiu stood with his hands behind his back, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "You have taken out so many refining materials, how can I be stingy?"

"Hahaha!" Changmei Zhenren laughed and said, "It's not in vain to get this good disciple..."

Before he finished speaking, the world suddenly darkened.

"Boom--"

Above the sky, black clouds surged like ink, instantly covering the sky of a hundred miles.

The purple thunders rushes wildly in the clouds, and the dull thunder trembles blew up a huge wave of waves on the sea surface, and a powerful force that ruins the world pours down.

"The holy calamity is coming."

The long-browed real man's face changed slightly and he said, "Xiaofan, go to the void to overcome the tribulation."

After saying that, he took out a handful of talismans and a few pills and threw them to Ning Fan, and reminded him: "The power of the holy tribulation is extraordinary. When you encounter danger, throw out these talismans to protect you."

"In addition, these pills can help you quickly recover your strength."

"Be careful."

"Thank you, senior." Ning Fan took the talisman and elixir and said thank you. He was about to go to the void to overcome the tribulation when suddenly, Ye Qiu's voice sounded.

"Why should I be so troublesome if a saint is robbed?"

Um?

Ning Fan looked at Ye Qiu in confusion.

"Little bastard, what do you mean?" asked the Changmei Zhenren.

Ye Qiu looked up and looked up at the sky.

"Boom!"

The thunder of thousands of feet tore through the sky, like a hideous purple dragon roaring down. Wherever it passes, the void collapses. The terrifying pressure makes the entire island tremble violently, as if it will be chopped into powder the next moment.

Ning Fan's pupils suddenly shrank, the Nine Yang Holy Ring rotated wildly behind him, and the true energy in his body instantly boiled.

He understood that he had to rush into the void immediately to overcome the tribulation, otherwise the entire island would be razed to the ground by the tribulation.

Ning Fan was about to fly up, and a slender and powerful palm suddenly pressed on his shoulder.

"No need to be so troublesome." Ye Qiu's voice was terrifyingly calm.

Ning Fan turned around in shock and saw Ye Qiu's white clothes flying, looking up at the thunder that ruined the world, and spit out a word from his mouth.

"roll!"

With one word, the world suddenly became silent.

The roaring thunder dragon froze in the air, as if it was strangled by an invisible big hand.

The next second, the thunder shook wildly, retreating in a hurry as if it had encountered a natural enemy, and in the blink of an eye it retracted into the clouds.

The rolling black clouds dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, but in the breath, the blue sky was as if the destruction of the world just happened to be an illusion.

"This, this..."

Ning Fan was stiff all over and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

That is the saint's disaster!

The test of the way of heaven that is life-threatening in ancient books was actually drunk by a word?

He turned his neck mechanically and looked at Ye Qiu, but saw the other party dusting his sleeves casually, as if he had just driven away an annoying mosquito.

"Damn, the little bastard is pretending to be silly again."

The long-browed real man muttered sourly, but couldn't help but sneak a glance at the sky, where there was not even a trace of thunder and catastrophe, as clean as if he had been scrubbed.

Ning Fan's throat was dry, and his voice changed: "Senior Ye, are you...are you a god?"

In Ning Fan's view, only gods can do such a method.

"God?" Ye Qiu shook his head slightly and said, "I am a human, not a God."

Ning Fan said in confusion: "But you even got rid of the heavenly tribulation just now?"

Ye Qiu smiled and said, "It's just a little trick, which makes you laugh."

What, in the eyes of Senior Ye, this kind of despicable act is just a small trick?

Oh my God, how terrifying is Senior Ye’s strength?

At this time, Ye Qiu said: "As long as you work hard, you can do it one day in the future."

"Really?" Ning Fan looked expectant.

"Really." Ye Qiu smiled and said, "Although we are mortals, as long as we work hard, we can still suppress God."

When Ning Fan heard this, he felt his blood boiling. He clenched his fists and said solemnly: "I will work hard."

"Trial hard work alone is not enough." Ye Qiu said: "Whether on the road of cultivation or on the road of life, we will encounter various difficulties and setbacks."

"But you have to believe that hope is ahead."

"As long as you never give up, you will definitely find a way out."

"Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb. As long as you work hard, the iron rod will be ground into a needle."

"In addition to hard work, invincible belief is also needed."

Ning Fan focused on the key point: "Senior, thank you for your advice. I will work hard and persevere."

"Little bastard!" The real person Changmei called Ye Qiu, winked and said crazy.

Ye Qiu understood and said to Ning Fan again: "Xiaofan, do you want to become a peerless master one day? Do you want to become an emperor one day? Do you want to be the only one in the nine heavens and overlook all living beings?"

Ning Fan was just a 14 or 15-year-old child, and was at the age of impulsiveness. Hearing Ye Qiu's words, he nodded excitedly.

"think!"

Not to mention Ning Fan, even an old man, I'm afraid he couldn't help being excited when he heard these words.

Ye Qiu smiled and said, "Everyone wants to."

"But, besides daring to think, you must also dare to do it."

"Each of us, whether it is me, you, or even the Tenth Prince of Jinwu, was actually very weak from the beginning."

"The reason why we can have the current cultivation level is not only talent, hard work, and persistence, but also great luck and courage."

"But, in addition to these, there is another very critical factor. Do you know what it is?"

Ning Fan said respectfully: "I would like to ask my seniors for advice."

Ye Qiu said: "We also need guidance from famous teachers."

Changmei Zhenren was excited.

Here comes, finally!

The little bastard was struggling for a long time and finally got to the point!
Chapter completed!